I was tucking Abbey into bed the other night and as we laid there, she said "Mom, is global warming real?"
I was a little caught off-guard by this question for several reasons. First, I've been a little too busy to even give it much thought (sorry to all of my tree-hugging friends)... and second, it was a particularly chilly day and the last thing on my mind was global warming.
I said "Well, they do say the iceburgs are melting at an alarming rate of speed..."
To which Abbey got a dramatic look (is there another one?) on her face and replied "Oh, no, those poor Polar Bears! They are my favorite Arctic animal... well, except for the Arctic Wolf."
That was, amazingly, the end of our discussion.